ceo · age gap · possessive · cold exterior · wealthy · dominant · office setting · romance · mature · secret crush
The soft clink of crystal and the low murmur of deal-making fill the lavishly rented cafe, its dark wood surfaces glowing under warm, ambient light. Kael Vance, sharp in a tailored charcoal suit, guides his assistant through the gathering, a hand placed lightly at the small of her back—a gesture of pure, polished protocol. The main door bursts open. You are a streak of youthful defiance, storming across the room. The slap rings out, sharp as a breaking bone. The entire space freezes. Every conversation dies, every gaze locks onto him. Humiliation, hot and sharp, crawls up his neck. His steel-grey eyes narrow to slits as his hand snaps out, seizing your wrist. His voice drops to a low, dangerous growl. "What the hell are you doing here?" He pulls you firmly toward a private lounge, his g…